Titanic s01e02 Episode Script

(Footsteps squelch) (Angry shouting) (Truck putters along, angry shouting continues) (Angry men hurl insults) Catholics out! Kiss the pope's arse, if you can stand the smell! (Hurling insults) (Angry shouting) (Angry shouting drifts in through the windows) Pirrie: Why is it taking so long? Who's working on the wiring? Andrews: Jim Maloney.
Maloney.
He's a catholic? He's our best man.
You don't have to look so offended.
I hire catholics.
As you well know I'm jeered at in the street for it.
You know, he can be the pope's nephew as far as I'm concerned, but if he doesn't get this bloody wiring finished in the next ten days we're going to miss the bloody trials.
Steady on, Uncle Bill.
Deep breaths.
How's it going, Maloney? Slowly, I'm afraid, Mr.
Andrews.
You know our chairman, Lord Pirrie? Pirrie: Why is it going slowly? Jim: Well, the system's more complicated than the scheduled time allows.
It's designed in sections that are independent of each other.
Why? The trips will mean that if there's a fault in one, all the others will continue to function.
Pirrie: But there won't be a fault.
Not on Titanic.
Ismay must be here by now.
I'll be there in a minute.
Is there anything I can do to sort it out? Not unless you can sort the country out.
Better men than I have tried.
Look at me.
I am a qualified engineer and I'm up a ladder with a screwdriver.
Even if they get it through the commons, they'll tear it to shreds in the lords.
Why do you think those hooligans are screaming at the gates? They'd rather die than see home rule.
There's no future for a catholic in Belfast.
If I had any sense, I'd be on this ship on my way to America.
Why aren't you? I have a family and even if I had the money for the tickets, there'd be nothing left to get us started once we were there.
If you were in charge, what would you do to change things? Recruit new men to begin with.
None of this lot know enough about electricity.
Could you find a better team? There are men that I've trained myself.
But if they come from West Belfast, will that be allowed? Pirrie: Really, Thomas, you're being stubborn.
We'll never need lifeboats for every passenger.
They're ferries, nothing more.
If liners sink at all, they take a long time about it.
More than enough for other boats to reach them.
Ismay: Exactly! When Republic sank, six people were killed in the collision, but everyone else had been transferred to another vessel before the ship went down.
Pirrie: And we have four collapsibles in addition to the sixteen boats, so we've far more places than we're obliged to provide.
Maybe, but it's It's what? We seem to be cutting corners.
Do you mean to insult me and the White Star Line? Or is your target your uncle's shipyard? Pirrie: I'm sure he doesn't mean to insult anyone, do you, Thomas? No, of course not.
I apologize.
But we ought to be aware of what's going on.
Look at the compartments in the hull aren't they your stroke of genius? Andrews: They might have been, if I'd been allowed to continue them up to the deck.
Oh, come on.
It would take a gash of more than 200 feet before there was any danger.
Andrews: But it doesn't end there.
Why are we using iron rivets instead of steel? We know they're weaker.
We have used steel rivets.
Only on the sides.
We have iron at the prow and the stern.
And where are we getting them? Random makers who have no record with the company.
And as for the riveters, themselves ismay: It seems to me, Mr.
Andrews, you are trying to find fault.
Is this to serve as an excuse when and if your design is proved wanting? Pirrie: So you're missing the trials? Ismay: Yes, I have to.
I'm needed in the Liverpool office, but good luck with it.
I'll see you on the tenth of April.
Pirrie: I'm afraid I may fail you, too.
I woke up with a sore throat this morning, which I want to get rid of before we sail.
But I'll shall want a full report.
Andrews: You'll have one.
(Car putters away) How a man like that gets to be head of the White Star Line is a mystery to me.
Not an impenetrable one.
His father owned the company.
(Laughs) Oh! Ride your friend, Maloney.
We can't miss the damn trials because of the electrics.
No.
Andrews: Maloney, I have a proposition to make.
If I empower you to take over the completion of the wiring, you may recruit whom you like.
You'll also travel with your family to New York, on Titanic's maiden voyage, so your savings will give you a start when you get there.
You'd pay for all six of us? The company will provide free third-class passage for you all.
Steerage? Would your wife travel steerage? For heaven's sake, man, it's five days of a little discomfort.
Is that a big price to pay for a new life, in a new country? What about my work team? You can have whom you like.
Leave that with me.
Very well.
Good.
It's too late for a whole cabin in third, but I'll make sure you and your sons are together and your wife's with the girls.
That's good of you.
(Sighs, flabbergasted) Captain Smith: Any problems to report, chief? Anything we should know about, before we begin the trials? Nothing yet, sir.
Ah, good.
How are you doing with the crew, Mr.
Lightoller? Lightoller: We're taking on men here in Belfast and in Southampton.
No problems so far, sir.
Mr.
Blair? Blair: Well, if a second officer is allowed to complain, sir, the storage space is limited.
I'm packing in equipment all over the place, sir.
Well, make sure someone knows where it is.
We don't want to get caught out if you fall overboard.
(Chuckling) Are we taking any measures against the anarchists, sir? What? These are dangerous times.
I think officer Murdoch means that a ship as famous as Titanic is an obvious target, sir.
Captain Smith: Gentlemen, all white star ships carry guns, and I don't believe a bomb would do sufficient damage to take us down.
But I'm afraid that's all I can say to reassure you.
Life is a risk, every day that passes.
The truth is man might sink us, even if nature can't.
Mary: Steerage? It won't be so bad.
No, of course it won't.
I'm sure it won't.
Not on Titanic.
(Packing paper rustles) How are your plans going, for when we get to New York? Jim: Whatever turns up, it's bound to be better than Belfast.
It hasn't been so terrible.
There's no career for a catholic in Belfast, Mary.
There might be a job in New York.
I have to weigh a doubt against a certainty.
You've always worked.
I have survived on scraps from the protestants' table.
(Sighs) I only meant you've always found work here, so I know you will when we get there.
I'm sure of it.
I hope you're right, darling, oh God, I hope you're right.
(Footsteps scuff against the cobblestones) (Man shouts orders nearby) (Seagulls cry overhead) Lightoller: I'm afraid I don't quite understand, sir.
Captain Smith: You're being very slow, Mr.
Lightoller.
The company has decided that Mr.
Wilde will replace Mr.
Murdoch as chief officer.
Mr.
Murdoch will become first officer, and you will be second.
But, sir, we've already allocated the duties between us.
I mean, should we unravel all that, when we're sailing in a few hours? Wilde: May I say something, sir? As you know, I've served as chief to captain Smith in Titanic's sister ship, Olympic.
There's little difference between them and I believe it will be useful to have a captain and a chief who really know how the ship works.
Captain Smith: Exactly.
But I served in Olympic, too, sir.
I know how Titanic works.
Well, I'm afraid there's nothing more to be said on the subject.
Lightoller: So what happens now, sir? Does Davy Blair replace Pitman, Pitman Boxhall, and Boxhall Lowe, and so on? No.
Mr.
Blair will leave the ship here in Southampton.
All other officers will remain in their present posts.
Look, I'm sorry, Blair.
But you must understand I can hardly countermand a company order.
Of course not, sir.
Well, I'm sure they'll find you a new berth soon enough.
I don't know what my mother will say, sir.
She was so excited.
Well, I hope one day she'll be able to forgive us.
(Quay buzzes with excited chatter) Mary: Theresa! Will you stop that now and come and stand by me, please! Sean?! Sean! Sean! Where are you? Sean! Sean! He belongs to you, I think.
Don't run away like that! Thank you.
(Door clicks open) (Lock clanks) (Door slams) Annie: Ugh! Charming.
Annie: Oh no.
Let me, sir.
Will the ship be full, sir? First will be.
There are some places in second and third.
Oh.
What's your name? Oh, uh Annie Desmond, sir.
And your position? Cabin stewardess in second class, sir, and I look after the dining room for the servants of the first class passengers.
Who will all be quite as difficult as their employers.
That's not for me to say, sir.
(Annie laughs) Annie: Oh! Paolo: Sorry.
(Chuckles) Crew? Right to the end and turn left.
And next time don't use these stairs.
Mary: What numbers do the tickets say? I know where I'm going.
Mary: Come on.
(Door rattles) Wait! (Doorknob rattles) Why wasn't this unlocked with the others? Excuse me.
Permesso.
Sorry.
(Whispers) Stay here.
(Cutlery crashes loudly) Jim: All right! Quickly! Quickly! Come on! Mary: Come on, come on.
All right! Everybody in.
Come on, quickly.
Get on the beds.
Quickly! Go.
Seaman Scott: Hello.
So here we are.
Packed into steerage with the sweepings of the streets of the city.
Don't be such a grump.
It's not so bad, and it's not for long.
(Loud knock at the door) Jim: Wait! Wait, wait, wait.
Steward Hart: Uh, sorry, missus, but these men have tickets for this cabin.
But we were shown in here.
Steward Hart: Who by? How do I know? We've only just arrived.
Man in corridor: Now, look, there must be some other places for us.
You know, we don't know each other.
We don't need to be together.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I would like to see the tickets, sir.
All right tickets.
Um Uh I had them just a moment ago.
Man in corridor: Come on, let's leave them to it.
Come on.
Steward Hart: Sir, just give me a minute, sir! Theresa: I'm thirsty, ma.
Just wait one minute, darling, and we'll go and look for a drink.
Theresa: But I'm thirsty now! Jim: I'll take her.
Excuse me.
(Door squeaks shut) (Glasses clink and resonate) Annie: It wasn't made for you, then? I don't like to think of the shape of the man this was made for.
Do you want me to fix it? Thank you.
You're very well equipped.
(Chuckles) Oh, you wouldn't get far in my job without a needle and thread.
(Low hum of chatter) (Cutlery scrapes, dishes clink) (Low hum of dinner conversation) Thank you.
Chief steward: Sandrini.
(Low hum of chatter) Did I actually see you wink at Lady Georgiana Grex? She's very pretty.
Pretty? Pretty! Have you any idea how offensive that is? I don't think she was offended.
She smiled.
Silence! One more incident like this, Sandrini, and you'll stay in your cabin for the rest of the voyage.
You will also forfeit your pay.
Do you understand? Yes, sir.
Now, get back to work! So, why New York? Why not? My reasons are no different to any other passenger's.
Europe Europe was wrong for me.
I want a new start.
Do you think we should have stayed and tried to change things? Lubov: I've done enough of all that.
Jim: What? So you've given up? And I don't care who knows it.
Let the downtrodden cringe from the lash of their masters.
I'm off to the new world and I won't be back.
Jim: Cheers.
(Glasses clink) (A cotton reel rolls across the floor) You dropped this.
Aren't you gonna thank him? Thank you.
This is Peter Lubov.
This is my wife Mary.
Mrs.
Maloney.
What's the matter? That's not like you.
I'm fine now.
(Low hum of chatter on deck) Paolo: We had the captain this evening, but we won't again.
He eats at a different table every night.
What about the rest of your lot? Uh, english lords, yankee millionaires.
Nice? Nice enough For the most part.
Mine are all right.
At least the passengers are.
The first class servants are an odd bunch.
Grander than their masters and touchy as a king in exile.
(Laughs) Oh, we almost had a fight earlier on.
One of the valets was teasing a lady's maid.
He stole her book.
I thought they'd come to blows.
But they didn't? He gave it back in the end.
He's got a soft spot for her.
I don't think he knows it, and she certainly doesn't.
I must get on.
I should not be in first class, anyway.
You're a bad influence.
Mm-hmm.
You can't come with me.
Well, I can try.
Lady Manton.
Louisa: Good morning.
Captain Smith: Good morning.
Georgiana: Good morning, captain.
What're you doing here? I was curious.
I wanted to look.
Just don't make any trouble.
(Low hum of chatter) (Whispers very quietly) Batley: Are we allowed in? We're only second class.
Lightoller: Everyone's welcome at the service.
Muriel: (Hissing quietly) What do you mean "only"? I am not "only" anything.
Grace Rushton: Just seems wrong that second class and servants and steerage are all to worship with us.
I think I may go back to the cabin.
But the captain would be so disappointed if you weren't here.
(Hugh Manton chuckles) Louisa: (Whispering) You can laugh, but it is odd of them to fling us all in together, hugger mugger.
Half of them look suspiciously like catholics.
I don't imagine Jesus minds one bit.
Thank God it's over.
Hugh: Uh, Batley! I'll come in search of you at four, and take you back for tea.
Are you sure it's no bother? Hugh: Quite sure.
We're looking forward to it.
Aren't we, my dear? What did you make of first class? Very elegant.
Muriel: I'm sure it will be, once the colours have settled down.
Is there anything else? Good night.
Annie: Good night.
(Door closes) Well, let's just hope there was no one we know in the saloon.
Because I wouldn't want any witnesses to that exhibition of grovelling.
I'm surprised you've any stomach left after crawling on it for most of the afternoon.
I was being polite.
It was kind of Lord Manton to invite us.
And we know why he was so kind.
He wanted to show his gratitude to someone who has worked for him with duty and discretion.
(Laughs bitterly) Well, discretion, I grant you.
What are you talking about? About a young lady, in Leafy Dulwich, who doesn't know she's the bastard daughter of the Earl of Manton, thanks to the ever-so-discreet John Batley, esquire.
Have you been reading my papers? No, the birds told me.
Of course I read your papers.
And very dull they are, too, most of them.
(Hissing) You shouldn't have done that.
Well, what should I have done? Locked up in a boring house, in a boring street, in a boring suburb of a city that I hate, what would you suggest I do? Does he visit her? No.
He thinks it might confuse her.
Maybe when she's grown up.
And why would he need to? He's got two healthy children at home.
I wish I could have given you a child.
Muriel: No.
Please don't pretend you think it was your fault.
What difference does it make? Won't you tell me what you want? What I can do that might make you happy? I'll tell you what I don't want.
I don't want to pay court to my lady of Manton, who thinks she's so far above us, and she's got the brains of a kipper and the charisma of an egg! (Chuckles) All right.
(Laughs) Why is it so hard for you to understand that I want to feel just once just once that my life is worth living, that it matters that I was born, that a part, a speck, of my existence has some tiny, infinitesimal value! It has value to me.
(Laughs and sniffles) Lightoller: Ah! You found her then.
Barnes: Yes.
Thank you.
She doesn't look too clever.
Miss Watson's just having a bout of seasickness.
Well, then, she has my sympathy.
It'll pass.
(Wind gusts) There you are.
I wondered where you'd got to.
I felt like a breath of air.
Theresa says we're like six little pigs, packed into that cabin, all trussed and bound for market.
Both: (Laugh) We're six people bound for a new life, and we'll have plenty of air to breathe when we get there.
We will.
How are the children? Washed and changed.
But they need their ma to take 'em for tea.
Grace: Really, officer, I wish you would explain the company policy! We have Madame Aubart, whom I gather is almost a woman of the streets! Well, everyone has a right to cross the Atlantic.
But not in first class! And what about that frightful Mrs.
Brown? It's bad enough that one has put up with the rudeness of people like the wideners, but why should we suffer Mrs.
Brown? She shrieks like a panicking mule, yet, last night, she had the captain at her table! I'm sure he looked at me as though he was suffering.
But that doesn't alter the fact that it was wrong.
Ismay: We never race.
Let cunard collect the blue ribbon.
Well, I wasn't talking about racing, just making up a little time.
At that rate, we could arrive half a day earlier.
White star offers reliability and luxury second to none.
That's enough.
A few hours here or there will make no difference.
(Yawning) I think I can hear my bed calling.
Good night, gentlemen.
Captain Smith: Good night.
Well We'll see about that.
I have never seen such a clear sky or a calmer sea.
I think we can make a little headway without frightening the horses.
We have had some ice warnings, sir, from various ships in the area.
Well, our course is well south of the ice field.
Lightoller: I can't find the binoculars.
Does anyone know where Davy put them? We'll send out a search party in the morning.
(Chuckles) Well, that's it for me.
I'll take a tour, then turn in.
I meant what I said.
You'll let me know of any changes.
Right, sir.
(Approaching footsteps) How was your tea party? Oh, that's clever of you, captain, to recognize me.
It's my job.
I never think of myself as particularly memorable.
Yes, it was It was enjoyable.
Thank you.
Well, it's Lord Manton you must thank.
And Mrs.
Batley, did she have a good time? It's hard for Mrs.
Batley to have a good time.
I don't know why I said that.
I do apologize.
Please, forgive me.
Ah, of course.
Well, I'll say good night.
(Door shuts nearby) (Weeping quietly) (Rumbling) (Ship groans as iceberg scrapes the hull) (Loud grinding) (Seawater explodes through the hull) (Water gushes in) (Water gushes) What now? We must find out how many compartments are affected.
(Water rushing) Stokers: (Panicked shouts) Come on, all of it! (Panicked shouting) This is as high as it goes.
Yes, but It's the fifth compartment to be penetrated.
If it had been the third, or even the fourth What are you saying? We have two hours.
Two and a half if we're lucky.
She can't sink! She can't float.
Not for much longer.
(Water gushes in) Blake: Come on! Officer Boxhall: We've hit an iceberg, sir.
They've stopped the engines.
The water's up to F deck in the mail room.
(Door bangs shut) Just just put it on and come with me.
Muriel: No! I have to get my jewels first.
Never mind that! Muriel: I'm not giving them up! What else have I got to show for the last twenty years? As soon as you're ready, make your way to the second class section of the boat deck.
Muriel: Of course! Let's make sure even our drowning is second class! Batley: Put on your life jacket! No! I don't like to.
If you don't wear one, men like me may think they don't have to.
What do you mean "men like you"? Men who can't face reality.
Thank you.
Wilde: We've made contact with Carpathia, sir, and they're coming.
But they're four hours away.
Captain Smith: What's the matter with that ship on the horizon? Why aren't they responding? What are they doing? Lightoller: The boats are ready, sir, but we have to start loading.
I don't think Lightoller: They're saying we only have ninety minutes.
I I must start.
You're confident about the lowering procedures? Lightoller: Well well, I won't fill them in case they split.
I'll put the women in, and the children.
Then the men can swim out to the empty places.
And you've discussed all this with Andrews? Lightoller: I'm sure he'll approve the plan, sir.
Do I have your permission? Captain Smith: I don't understand Lightoller: (Shouting) We must begin to load, sir! Mr.
Wilde? I think we should wait to hear what the captain has to say.
Right, sir.
I'll take that as an order to lower the boats! Boats were tested full in Belfast, weren't they? (Loud buzz of panicked chatter) Paolo: Annie! They won't wear them! Muriel: No! I have to get my jewels.
Paolo: Your jewels are gone.
Put this on.
Batley: Muriel, there's no point in this! Let's try to get to the boats.
What in God's name is going on here? Close it down! Now! And get them all up on deck! Louisa: Thank God I kept the best of mine out.
What a stroke of luck.
Muriel: As if you needed luck, you patronizing bitch! No more gracious put-downs, I am not in the mood! You think you're so smart, so fine, so aristocratic.
You are pathetic, you're stupid, and ignorant Barnes: You get back! You get away from us! Hugh: Batley! Batley, over here! Come and take control of your wife! Muriel: Take control? How dare you, you arrogant pig! Will you shut up?! I will not shut up for a dirty philanderer like you! Oh, yes, quite the big nobleman now, aren't you? What about your grubby little secrets in dulwich? Batley: Come away with me, you foolish, foolish woman! Are you pleased with yourself? So now, even if we do survive, I won't have a job to come home to? Oh, stop whining! Will you all please stay calm! You will be taken on deck very soon! There is no danger! Why do we keep saying that when there's every bloody danger?! Man: Why are you holding 'em down here? What are you afraid of? Let the women and children through at least! Theresa: Ma, I'm scared.
Mary: Don't be, darling.
They're only shouting because it's their way.
We'll be out of here in no time.
(Buzz of panicked chatter) We're losing control.
If we don't do something, we'll have a riot on our hands.
We've got our orders! (Claps hands) Send the women with young children to the front, and I'll take the first group up on deck! Come on.
Come on come on (Crowd murmurs) (Buzz of panicked chatter) Steward Turnbull: That's enough! Stand back! Keep back! Let my wife and children through.
Steward Turnbull: Stand back! Lubov: Hey! Hey! Why is that? Steward Turnbull: I said stand back.
Lubov: Mary, go! Mary: Go! Go! Go! Jim: Go, children! Mary: Go! Go! Go! Jim: Go, children! Jim: Mary! Sean! Agh! (Partition slides shut) (Crowd murmurs) Dorothy Gibson: Mother, please! Mrs.
Gibson: I can't! I just can't! That's all there is to it, and I'm staying right here! Lightoller: Can I help? Can I help? Yes! My mother won't wear her life vest.
And I won't get on a boat! Lightoller: Now, Mrs.
Gibson, you want to help Dorothy, don't you? She won't leave without you, so For her to be safe, then you must be safe.
I guess.
Thank you, Mr.
Lightoller Lightoller: Oh, wait! Wait, wait.
Here, take this! I can't carry a bottle of brandy! There may be others on the boat who will need it.
Especially if you pull anyone in from the sea.
Go, go.
Annie: Sir, please.
Sir, let her take her place.
Careful, mind the steps.
Paolo: Mind your head.
Annie: One at a time, please.
(Panicked screams) Annie: Next please! Are these ladies first class? Annie: No, sir we are only loading the ladies from first class.
Paolo: Is there ice in your veins? Murdoch: What's the trouble here? Annie: We're trying to help the ladies, sir.
But they're second class and they ought to be on the boat deck, sir.
Just help them and be done with it! Murdoch: Excuse me, please! Are there any more women? Are there any children? (Man thumps into lifeboat, women scream) Are there any more women? Batley: Here! Is this right for second class? Murdoch: It is now.
Come along, fast as you can.
Can we both get in? Yes, I don't see why not.
Mr.
Lightoller says no men, but what's the point when there's no more women? Go on! Go on! Steward Hart: Wait! There's women and children here! (Women and children shout, panicked) Murdoch: Mr.
Hart?! Steward Hart: They've been holding the steerage below, sir.
Murdoch: Well, get them on-board then! On you go! Quickly! Come on! Stay close to me! Mary: Please, let my children pass! Please, let my children pass! (Screams) Georgiana: Papa, help her! Get the children into the boat! Hugh: Ungh! Give me your hand! Muriel: Oh! Batley: Muriel! Muriel! My God! Muriel! Man: Let them through! (Cries out in pain) Ow! It's not broken.
It's fine.
I'm fine.
I can stand.
Murdoch: Hart! Get in there and take charge! Steward Hart: Yes, sir! Batley? Here, let me help you.
Go.
Go! Just go! (Panicked chatter buzzes all around) (Panicked shouting and yelling) Look, they're loading! They're lowering the boat! Is that boat full? Muriel: They're loading it, we're too late.
No, we're not too late.
We're not too late.
We're not too late.
I think there's another boat.
Oh, poor thing (Dog whimpers) I'm sorry.
Muriel: What for? All of it.
Oh no, John, I'm sorry.
I was nice when you married me, wasn't I? I wonder what happened to that nice, reasonable woman? When-when did she go away? I know why she went.
Because of me, because I gave you nothing that I promised Oh, my dear, there's so much I wish I spared you.
You could've spared me Croydon.
(Laughs) Let's be friends now.
Let's put all our regrets behind us, and and die in peace with one another, please, John.
Regrets? How could I have any regrets when marrying you was the most exciting the only exciting thing - I've ever done? How could I regret that? Come on.
If we're going down, we should go down fighting.
Lightoller: Now everybody lift on the count of three! One, two, three, lift! Come on! Harder! Okay, come on! Lift! Men: (Grunts of effort) (Low rumbling sound) What is that? (Ship shudders and groans) (Water gushes onto the deck) I love you.